You know how sometimes you forget what day of the week it is? Today, I forgot what my emotional state was. As in, I had to remind myself, actively, that I wasn't pissed off.
In more than one idle moment today, my mind and body went back to the funk that had been in for much of the week. I felt the tightening in my lower back, my adrenals were ready to pounce, my thoughts started ramping up...then I remembered, 'wait a minute--that's not in play anymore'...the fog had lifted a full twenty-four hours prior--no need to be angry. After a moment of mental/visceral recalibration, I was back to being a little more present.
It was an odd sensation, actually--a kind of unmoored anger, which was so patently made-up, and kind of easily released. An interesting exercise in choice, awareness, and maybe even possibility.
In more than one idle moment today, my mind and body went back to the funk that had been in for much of the week. I felt the tightening in my lower back, my adrenals were ready to pounce, my thoughts started ramping up...then I remembered, 'wait a minute--that's not in play anymore'...the fog had lifted a full twenty-four hours prior--no need to be angry. After a moment of mental/visceral recalibration, I was back to being a little more present.
It was an odd sensation, actually--a kind of unmoored anger, which was so patently made-up, and kind of easily released. An interesting exercise in choice, awareness, and maybe even possibility.
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